Harry Osborne sat at his father's desk as he wrote in his journal. It was the only way he could keep his sanity since his father's death.

It's been six months since my father was murdered, and still I was no closer to discovering who Spiderman is. I have used all my father's contacts to help me find Spiderman, but he remains elusive. I continuously run into dead ends, and the people of New York are no help. They love Spiderman. I have tried to smear Spiderman's name in the papers, but it has backfired horribly. Because of my actions, Mary Jane wouldn't even talk to me. But Peter remains a steadfast friend. But Peter too is under Spiderman's spell of hero worship, although Peter is subtler and less candid about his feelings, I know how Peter feels. Peter has quietly tried to deter me from his vow of revenge, to no avail. I cannot forgive that thing that stole my father away from me; just as things were getting better between him and I. But Peter understands; Peter always understands. I can always rely on Peter's friendship.

Harry sat back in his plush leather chair, laying his pen quietly down as he contemplated what he had just wrote. Harry had moved into his father's penthouse and tried to get to know the man that he had not known in life. Norman Osborne was a mystery to his own son, and that was the most tragic thing of all. Harry's obsession of revenge against Spiderman had not waned in the months since his father's demise. It was readily apparent the depth of Harry's obsession by the hundreds of newspaper clippings of Spiderman tacked around the room. Harry combed the newspaper everyday, looking for clues, patterns, anything to help him find out who Spiderman was, and bring him to justice. At least one thing good had come about; after many meetings and greasing the palms of several city council members, Harry had convinced the city mayor that a police investigation into Spiderman's activities was necessary.  But Harry knew it was time to bring in some more resources. Resources that would not be hampered by laws, or conscious for that matter, to do whatever it took to bring Spiderman to his knees.

Peter walked down 5th Avenue, and smile gracing his face. He was going to meet MJ for lunch. They both hadn't had much time to see each other in the last few months. MJ had started to work on some off-off Broadway shows, nothing fantastic, but it was a step in the right direction. Peter, well – living a double life is mighty hectic, but his photos, not just of Spiderman, were gaining some respect and much needed cash. After Mr. Osborne's death Harry had gifted Peter with $25,000 in cash. Peter was stunned, and told Harry that he didn't have to give him money. But Harry was insistent "Besides, it not me who's giving it to you. My father left it to you in his will."

That had really shocked Peter, so he took the money and invested it in the stock market. Harry had told him that he was crazy to invest it. "You should go out and buy yourself a car, or something like that!" Harry exclaimed.

But Peter just couldn't spend the money. He covered his hesitancy with a smile and said, "Have you seen how people drive in Manhattan? My car would last a week. Besides I couldn't afford a parking spot in the city."

Harry laughed, Peter's smile widened. It was good to see Harry laugh. Peter's guilt over the death of Mr. Osborne was a heavy burden to bear. Everyone assumed that Peter's melancholy was because of his own grief from losing both Uncle Ben and Mr. Osborne in the same year. While Harry had numerous people to talk to about his feeling over the death of his father; Peter had no one he could truly speak to about Mr. Osborne's death and his true feelings about MJ. Even Aunt May couldn't truly understand why Peter was pushing the one woman he had loved for so long away.

But all thoughts of guilt and secrets were absent from Peter's mind as he walked towards the diner to meet MJ. He had been so surprised when had received her phone call that he didn't know what to say.

"Hello?" Peter spoke through his mask and out of breath after just arriving home from another rescue

"Peter? It's MJ."

Peter pulled the mask from his face and answered "Hey MJ!"

"You sound out of breath, am I disturbing you?"

"No, no, you're not disturbing me. I just..just got out of the shower, and had to run to the phone."

"The shower, huh? Don't you have an answering machine?"

"Yeah, but I knew it was you, you see." Peter wisecracked.

MJ laughed, "So now you can predict who's call you, huh. – You got caller ID too?"

Peter chuckled at her sassy retort. Peter noticed how uncomfortably quiet had become on the other end of the line, and cleared his throat.

"Is everything okay? MJ?"

"Yea, yeah everything is fine. I just wanted to talk to you. It seems it been months since we last talked."

"It has been." Peter stated flatly.

"How's school?"

"Good."

"And work?"

"It's been steady. Lots of stuff going on around the city, and everyone wants a picture of it. How about you?"

"Good. I've been a couple off-off-way off Broadway shows, and I've been doing some temp office work. It's not a lot money, but it keeps me busy."

"That's great to hear."

"SO, heard from Spiderman lately?"

"Not really. I've been trying to do other things with my photography. Spiderman got me through the door, but I want to be known as someone more that Spiderman."

"You mean Spiderman's photographer?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean." Peter blew out a long breath of relief that MJ hadn't asked more questions.

"Here's the deal, Peter. I don't want us to loose touch. And if all you can give me is your friendship, well, that's what I want. Your friendship."

"Okay." Peter answered awkwardly.

"So, friends take each other to lunch once and awhile, go to the movies, and otherwise spend time together. You wanna go to lunch?"

"Yes, I would love to go to lunch. How about Friday at the diner at the corner of 5th and 34th street?"

"That sounds great. See you Friday, Bye."

"Bye."

Peter slowly lowers the phone down onto its cradle. He peers at it curiously, trying to convince himself that it wasn't a dream.